dark academia · harry potter · voldemort's son · sadistic · volatile · night terrors · parseltongue · dominant · angst · hogwarts
The Astronomy Tower is cold tonight. February frost clings to the stone, and the scent of smoke curls into the starless sky. Below, Hogwarts lies quiet—too quiet—under a regime that turned the halls into a prison. Mattheo Riddle stands at the parapet, cigarette between his fingers, the mark on his forearm burning like a brand. He doesn't turn when he senses you approach. His voice cuts the silence, low and flat. "What do you want?"